The year I broke up with my ex T, I kept a diary. I have a pile of notebooks from that year, and I have put entries up on this site from the disintegration of that relationship. This is the background to the breakup diary:
Meeting T
We met when I was 26. It was the first time I had lived overseas and to go from a small city to Tokyo was amazing! It was exciting and new – I felt like I could do anything. T was visiting friends who lived in the same apartment building as me. I remember being introduced to him – he wasn’t what I expected from a Japanese guy. He was tall, quite built and funny. He wore outrageous 70s clothes – I don’t think there was a natural fiber on his body! He was a funky Japanese surfer.
The next time I saw him he teased me – Japanese people don’t usually get sarcastic humor but he definitely did. He had spent many years in Australia so I guessed that had rubbed off on him. He was a chauffeur at this time and used to come back to the apartment building (he lived in the neighborhood) and drive us through the streets of Tokyo in the middle of the night in the huge Mercedes. He was exotic, fun and a little bit bad.
Getting together
And then one day it just clicked – I decided I liked him. Not being a shy girl, I let him know and soon we were inseparable. A year later we married. There were so many fun times in the early days – he was cheeky, knew how to have a good time, adventurous and a great lover. We would spend weekends at the beach, surfing, eating amazing seafood and going to the hot springs. We had a great group of friends, went out clubbing a lot and lived the big city life. If you’ve seen the movie Lost in Translation, you know what our lives were like. Tokyo is a mad place to live.
It was good…until it went bad
Then things changed. Or maybe I changed. I was no longer the small city girl getting used to the big city. I had a great job working for a big international corporation as a corporate trainer, I was a published author, I could hold my own. My working life was intense – and so I wanted to party less. If I didn’t do the things T was doing, he wasn’t interested in doing things with me. Sex had disappeared off the radar – he was always too busy or too tired. It drove me nuts!
Read on in the breakup diary to see what happened…
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